Creation

"You create your world," she whispered, her fear of the blank page chortling as it swirled around her staring at the screen. Nothing. "You are the author of your destiny," she said next, unconvincingly, and the chortling continued. Nothing. "Fuck's sake," she hissed. "YOU WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW!" A door opened in her mind - rusty hinges screaming as metal ground against metal to reveal a ribbon of bright light just behind. "THANK YOU!" she yelled out, jubilant, and smiled. "More monsters it is, then." And the words flowed.